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Show A MORNING RIDE Slowly, Ileppo, aa at first 8tart we on our morning ride: Seo tho sun In glory burst. Spreading beauty far and wldel 'Neath your feet, tho pebbles crushed Sound like musle to us two; All the scene Is freshed and flushed With the dawning and the dew. Dy tho path tho flowerets glad Nod to us their shining discs; Treo trunks, still in moisture clad, Glow llko Jaspar obelisks. Fanning leaves, above our heads, Wave a wolcomo to (he east, Whero float clouds In pinks and reds, Feathery, white and golden fleeced Low the wind about us sings His sweot carol without words; In tho foliage flutter w'ngs Of Innumerable birds. In full tuno are Nnturo's choirs, Greotlng us as wo pass by; As their magic pong aspires, I Knit together earth and sky. I AH alono this early hour, Never seomed tho road so clean; No dust on tho wnysldo flower, No footprints but jours are seen. Faster, Ileppo; Now a canter Hy tho river, o'er tho hill! Now a race, like Tnm O'ShHntor Fly, my Ileppo, faster still I Rravely done! Ah, well wo know How wo should begin tho day, Now, my Deppo .gently go-Let go-Let us homeward wend our way. I George Ulrdseye. |